Prey, Jehovah’s Witness

I came home to a man curled atop the roof of his car, my Rottweiler scratching at the windows.

“Duke!” He trotted to me, tongue hanging, tail wagging.

“How’d you?” I looked up to my husband’s wide grin behind the screen door.

 

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